Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.